Dobby's secret life

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This is an idear that came to me and i just have to attempt to get it down, i don't know if i'll finish it. The prologue is a little short though.

Prologue

Dobby was an unusual house elf. He enjoyed getting his freedom from his masters, the Malfoy’s; he had an obsession with socks; and at this moment was asking Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and his new place of employment, for an undetermined amount of time off.

“You’re a wonderful house elf,” Albus said with a twinkle in his eye. “And Hogwarts would be much worse off without you. Although considering you’re status as a hired employee I am inclined to grant your request with the one condition that you come back as soon as you are able.”

Dobby’s face broke into a wide grin.

“Oh thank you master Dumbledore sir. Dobby will.” The elf was bouncing. “Dobby will be back soon as able.”

With a happy bounce and a snap of his fingers, Dobby disappeared from Hogwarts.

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Ch1.

The cozy office of Albus Dumbledore faded and was replaced by one of the coldest looking rooms imaginable. A thin layer of ice covered the walls and floor. Beneath the ice one could see rough looking colored stones. Dobby took a moment to look around the room, his large eyes taking in everything while his breath condensed in small cloudlike puffs.

“It’s good to be back.” he said in a low whisper before closing his eyes. His body started to morph. It grew and his limbs extended while his large bat like ears shrank to delicately pointed ears. Dark brown curly hair sprang fourth on his head. His skin turned to a healthy bronze. When he opened his now only slightly larger than normal chocolate brown eyes, his body had totally changed to look like that of an eleven year old boy. The major differences were the pointed ears and a delicate elfin look.

Moments later the elf started on cleaning the ice block. His hands moved in odd entrancing movements. The ice started to melt and as the water fell, it vanished. A cozy fire was soon lit and candles were placed around the room. As the ice fell away, beautiful mosaics could be seen on the walls.

Dobby smiled as he took in the room. It was no longer covered in ice, but the intricate tile-work could now be seen, the previous looking roughness being only an illusion of the ice.

As the echos from Dobby’s soft clap faded, chandeliers, chairs, tables and plush carpets appeared in the room. Dobby nodded and closed his eyes a second time. Within seconds soft whispers could be heard. The whispers grew in volume until a low rumble of voices could be heard.

Dobby opened his eyes with a satisfied smirk. Now standing in front of him were twenty or so figures. Some looked human, some were Centaurs. There was even an acromantula in the group. Moments later every one of the figures slowly morphed into the same form that Dobby currently held. The main differences were the hair and eye colors. Differences in facial features were difficult to distinguish.

Dobby raised his hand and the group quieted.

“The master is about to rise. You have one week to put your affairs in order and be back here.”

Some of the figures nodded and disappeared quietly while others started to mingle in the crowd for a few moments before vanishing until only Dobby and a lavender haired one remained.

“Do you not need to get back Nieur?” Dobby asked.

“No,” lavender hair fluttered as the other shook her head. “As soon as I felt the summons, I had a stroke.” Her lavender eyes sparkled as she spoke. “Such an easy way to get away from a human life.”

Dobby smiled. “Sneeky, and I had to wheedle to get away.”

“Why didn’t you just die?”

“I like being Dobby,” His response brought a frown to Nieur’s face.

“How can you like acting like that. They’re so brainless.”

A sad look crossed over Dobby’s features.

“I can’t see them like this forever. Maybe,” a far off look crossed the elfin face, “maybe by pretending to be one of them, I can get them to be what they were.” He sighed.

“Let them go, you’ve been trying for three hundred years.” Compassion shown through the lavender eyes.

“But. . .” his voice fell. “I can’t give up on them, they’re my decedents.” Anger flashed in his eyes. “And if it wasn’t for those thrice damned wizards they would be like they should be.”

A gentle and calming hand was placed on Dobby’s shoulder. “Come don’t think of this now. We have to prepare for the master.”

Dobby calmed almost immediately, “yes. . . yes you’re right.”

The two turned and walked out the lone door into an ice covered hallway. They turned so that each was facing half the hall.

“Thanks for staying, the help is appreciated.” Dobby said quietly before beginning to chant again. Nieur joining in seamlessly.

The next couple days had the group arriving slowly and helping melt out the ice covered palace. A couple of rooms were left until the entire group arrived.

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“Thank you for all being here.” Dobby’s voice broke into the crowd. The statues that littered the walls of the great hall that the congregation rested were seemingly perfect copies of some of the inhabitants of the room. A large grey cat sat on his haunches next to his own likeness, while a slim woman with bloody red eyes and dark green snakes for hair lounged across the way. She leaned on a statue that resembled an aristocratic man with long flowing hair.

“Oh Please,” A sultry feminine voice broke in. “Just tell us when the master’s getting here.” Dobby looked at the scantily clad woman. Her red hair was pasted to the sides of her head. She had two leathery like wings and a dark smirk. Dobby sighed quietly before speaking.

“As you know, just the fact that he’s starting to build power doesn’t give us a specific time.” He paused before continuing, “We’re here to discuss the defenses and how the castle will appear in this incarnation.”

The woman with snakes for hair snorted “I don’t see why I waste my time coming to this meeting.” she glanced around “We all know that I’m the one who kills most of the so called slayers.”

“You’re here incase you don’t want to do it this time.” The woman’s red eyes flashed in anger at the mere suggestion.

“How dare you say I wouldn’t want to protect my beloved.” The people near the woman started to back away. Dobby just glanced around the room.

“Who else is willing to put up the defenses?”

An eerie laugh echoed through the room before a man in a long cowl carrying a scythe appeared in the middle.

“So the master is rising again.” it giggled maniacally. “Such fools these mortals be to challenge the likes of their god.” This time it cackled before vanishing in a puff of black smoke. Various whispers of “I hate that guy” and “he creeps me out” were heard from the gathered crowd.

“So far we’ve got Medusa and Death on the roster.” Dobby knew he would regret his next few words. “Who else?”

The everyone in the crowd started talking at once. Cerberus started barking wildly while a long two headed snake that spat poison slithered around trying to get attention. The mummy that Dobby remembered reviving earlier that morning also started to moan in it’s own version of speech. A slightly translucent image of a fire spitting giant eel was also gyrating wildly. A pale blue woman clothed in ice stood in the image and spoke at the same time as a bronze colored man clothed in flame. Chains rattled wildly as The Forbidden moaned his addition. Dobby sighed as more and more stepped up.

“Alright, People, we’re going to have to draw straws.”

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Dobby threw himself into the child sized chair with a sigh of relief.

“I take it that went as well as usual?” Nieur said with a sardonic grin. Dobby glared and threw a convenient throw pillow at the smirking figure.

“Why do I always get saddled with that job. By the gods, they’re a bunch of ruffians with no sense of decorum at all.”

“That’s what you get for being the oldest and the most in tune with the master.” Lavender eyes sparkled. “I’m just glad I don’t have to do it.”

Dobby threw his head back and covered his eyes with his forearm.

“Do you know when the first slayer is scheduled to arrive?” His voice was dulled by exhaustion.

“Well, I’m not to sure, but we’ve been sending out the skeletons and zombies into the neighboring villages. It should only take a week or so until someone brave enough and stronger than them to arrive.”

With a grunt Dobby pulled his arm down and looked over the table at Nieur.

“Why is it that they never seem to want to raid the kitchens? I’ve gotten the most wonderful decor. I mean it’s always the same. They raid the entry hall, go through the moat or some body of water, scale the tallest building we put up, weather it be the clock tower or a nice chapel. Then they always take a crack at the dungeon mmrph” Nieur’s hand over his mouth stopped his rant.

“Natax,” she said firmly, “Calm down. You should be happy they take the same path, that’s less trouble on our parts.”

Dobby slouched some more before she pulled her hand away.

“Look at it this way, at least you’ve gotten the ‘I get to kill the slayers’ argument over with. Now all you’ve got to do is work with the rest of us and wait until one of the Belmont clan arrives.” Her tone was soothing.

“But Nieur, the Belmonts died out fifty years ago.”

The lavender haired girl froze at the proclamation.

“What?? But. . . Who. . . How?” She fell down into a nearby chair.

“One of those wizarding wars. They choose sides and were wiped out.” Dobby sighed. “So now we’ve got to hope someone else will manage it. Otherwise we’ll be here a long time.”

“What about Alucard, he’s done it before.”

“That’s the problem. He has, and the master wants to avoid depending on his son for the job. He’s even ordered me to personally stop Alucard from defeating him this time.”

“What about the whip? You know, ‘The Scourge of the Night’?”

Dobby sighed.

“It’s in a museum, when the Belmonts died, their property was taken over and sold to private parties. Apparently they kept quite a few tokens from their raids. Sold for quite a pretty penny too.”